Water to earth; earth to air.
The first lungfish crawls from the mud
mounting one step of an endless stair.
Earth to air and air to fire.
The sun calls out to the boiling blood:
Higher, my children, climb higher.
Climbing in air is the hardest thing of all,
till we let go of earth, and fall.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
The Lungfish And The Astronaut
Labels:
nonce rhyme,
poetry
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